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"Macaria."
Goddess of death.
What a name father, what a name.
"You will be our victory." The King said as he stood and walked towards me. His hands held the right side of my face carefully and I could see how his eyes seemed to glow a bright gold. She could see the resemblance between him and the man that had brought her to him.
They must have been twins.
"Do well, Quin, do well." He ordered and left them. She turned to look at his back and wondered, who was he and why would a man like him need a wife? "That's because he's stubborn and a horrible picker." Quin said, moving past without another look.
